This past weekend, I was visiting my wife’s family (and mine) in Northwest Iowa. While it was fun to be back, we were there because a family member found out that he has cancer and has months not years to live. Never a fun situation, made worse by other various circumstances. Fortunately, I was able to cash out what may be some of my last frequent flier points from my years of traveling resulting in a net cost of $20 for the entire trip. Hooray!
During the trip, I did lots of visiting, plenty of drinking, and far too little running:
Ah yes, running. I remember running. It seems like, for me, running is soooo February. Based on my log, I had my lowest mileage week in over a year last week. 12 miles. TWELVE. As in the number of days before Christmas, apostles, or the minimum number of minutes that it takes me to poop. I wish I had a good reason for the lack of miles like: The dingo ate my baby, or my legs were in cement because I didn't use bonafide union labor - but I don't. Some of it was because of scheduling issues, but honestly I have the most to blame on giving my knee a rest and being too much of a wussy because of the cold:
This week however, I'm going to log 40+ miles. 10% rule? 10% is for wussies. Today I did 7 miles with 5 at tempo. It felt like I hadn't ran in 5 days. Oyy
A lot of the reason we went back to Iowa was to
My grandpa, me, and my son
We took another one with my dad to round out the generations (on a different camera)
Finally, I started to notice about half way through the weekend that I was heavy on putting beer in my pie hole, and light on putting anything else in my pie hole - except for pie. I did eat that. I seemed to take my drinking up the beer food chain (getting nicer and nicer), but I'll let you be the judge:
First I felt like I was in college.
Playing bridge, drinking a Keystone.
Then I classed it up a bit with a Sam Adams
But then, I got to try some of my dad's home brew - probably the best of the bunch
So, all said it was a good trip. But I'm still bummed that I'm such a cold weather wuss now. I knew that something was up when I started to dress in layers for temperatures in the 50s, but I didn't know how soft I had actually become! Looks like I need to put a treadmill in a walk in freezer for training!